The minutes stretched on, feeling like hours as you lay embedded in the welcome mat, trying to recover from the relentless trampling you had endured. The sounds of the women inside the house were distant but ever-present, a constant reminder of your perilous situation. Suddenly, you heard the door creak open again, and your heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Nadia and Azra stepped back outside, their footsteps heavy and deliberate. You looked up to see them standing close together, their towering forms blocking out the sun. They were clearly enjoying each other's company, exchanging loving glances and soft touches. Nadia, in her blue and white Nike sneakers, and Azra, now in flip flops, seemed lost in their own world.
They leaned in closer, sharing a passionate kiss right above you. The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating, their affection palpable in the air. As they broke the kiss, their eyes shifted downward, and they spotted you again. Nadia's expression turned from affectionate to cruel in an instant.
"Look at this little bitch," she sneered, bending down to grab you. Her fingers wrapped around your tiny body, lifting you effortlessly. She brought you up to her sneaker, rubbing you harshly against the dirty sole. The rough texture scraped against your skin, the grime and dirt from the shoe smearing over you. "You think you can harass us and get away with it?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
Azra watched with a drunken grin, clearly amused by Nadia's actions. Nadia continued to rub you against her sneaker, calling you every harsh name she could think of. The humiliation was overwhelming, the physical and verbal abuse blending into a nightmare of pain and degradation.
"Here, let me have a turn," Azra slurred, her voice thick with alcohol. Nadia handed you over, and Azra promptly dropped you into her flip flop. You landed on the insole, the warmth of her foot immediately pressing down on you as she stood up. The pressure was immense, the ridges of the flip flop digging into your body. Azra barely noticed your struggles as she continued to kiss Nadia, her weight shifting and grinding you further into the sole.
Their makeout session above you was a mixture of passion and dominance, each kiss and touch adding to your torment. Azra's foot moved rhythmically, pinning you beneath the ball of her foot one moment and her toes the next. The smell of sweat and the faint scent of her perfume mixed in the confined space of the flip flop, creating an overwhelming atmosphere.
After a while, Nadia decided it was time for more humiliation. She reached down and plucked you from under Azra's foot, holding you up to her face with a look of disdain. "You don't even deserve to be under her foot," she spat, before tossing you into the grass.
You landed in the blades of grass, the rough texture a stark contrast to the smooth insole you had just been pressed against. Before you could even attempt to move, Nadia's face loomed close, her features twisted with a cruel grin. She leaned in, hocking a massive loogie that landed directly on you. The sticky, viscous liquid covered you, its weight pressing you into the dirt.
As if that wasn't enough, Azra, clearly drunk and uninhibited, stepped over you. Her expression was a mix of amusement and mischief as she squatted down. You could hardly believe what was happening as she took a huge shit right on top of you. The massive log half-buried you under its weight and warmth, the smell instantly overpowering and nauseating.
The two women laughed, oblivious to your plight, and shared another kiss before heading back inside. You were left there, buried in filth and humiliation, the weight of Azra's log pressing down on you, the sticky residue of Nadia's spit clinging to your skin. The remnants of their presence were a cruel reminder of your insignificance and the power they wielded over you.
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